Our kids are grown and have been out of the house for many years, but I still remember, just like it was yesterday, the day the last child left the house. It was a very sobering reminder that your children aren’t yours forever. I cried, and hung my head in depression for a couple of weeks; it was the end of a season. The end of a season means that a new season is beginning, and something to look forward to. When I realized that I no longer had to clean up after a house full of people, and set my schedule to theirs, the sadness left me, and for the first time my husband and I could get acquainted with one another as husband and wife, and not as mom and dad. My pastor mentioned seasons yesterday, and then Steven Furtick sent me a 1 Minute message this morning about seasons, so I thought it might be the Holy Spirit saying that this is the topic of the day. Here’s the message in this, one season must end so a new one can begin, and just maybe, it’s time to dance. Begin looking for the light as a new day dawns, and embrace what the Lord has for you in this next season.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; Ecclesiastes 3:1-4